Make a wish

Close your eyes.  Make a wish.

There is a chance that this wish will give you hope, if not anything else.

It could just give you something to hold on to when you feel like slipping.

I'm not talking about the kind of wish that you would make when you blow out your birthday candles.

It's not the kid of wish that allows your childhood dream of a new bicycle.

This is the kind of wish that only has to do with matters of the heart.  

It deals exclusively with things you can feel.

There is a special kind of wish that I would like to make.

Maybe it's more of a prayer.

A hope for something to hold on to. 

A wish for a soft blanket to be swaddled in.

A safe place.

Read

A dear dear friend recently surprised me with a couple of books.  Now, getting any mail that doesn't require fetching your chequebook is already a bonus.  Getting a piece of escape pie in the post is an absolute treat.  

One of the books included in my lucky packet was "Great with Child : letters to a young mother" by Beth Ann Fennelly.  Not only is the cover beautiful (packaging always gets me), but these letters felt so personal.  It is as if they were written for me.  The emotion is so real and honest.  And, somehow the telling of simple daily happenings feels like advice from a friend or a mother.  Someone you can trust. 

I cannot wait for the next friend to find out that they are with blessed bump.  As this book will be my go-to gift from now on.  

Make love

Its the weekend!  Well, Friday at least.  Yeah!  This weekend I plan to sleep late, have breakfast at a new bakery, relax and generally be useless.  And, I will try to follow the above advice.  It seems that, more often than not, being kind gets you the same response in return.  And who wouldn't mind getting smiled at every now and again?

Have a delicious weekend.  Make love.

Image

Paper hats

Am I the only person who can hear the wrapping paper?   I can almost smell the gravy, being built out of 4 hours of juice delivering cooking time.  In fact, I think I will dig out my paper crown, just to make sure that it still fits.  

Christmas could be my favourite time of the year.  I harbour no fear for the festive season weight gain.  I welcome it.  No, I do not want to be fat.  But I feel that, in this special time with family and friends, you get to stock up on all the good feelings you will need to get you through the new year.

Here we are.  August.  So close and yet......do you think people would think I was strange if I started to assemble my Christmas tree.  I suppose so.  Maybe I will just fetch it from storage.  And dust it off.  

I long to feel that magical feeling.  24 hours a day.  Its too late for Christmas in July.  But I suppose it's never to early to start making a list........

Image

Testing

I did it.  I took the plunge.  And now I am scared.  Afraid. Nervous.

I got a new bunny to replace the old one that died.  But now, I am unsure.  What if this bunny isn't nice to my boy bunny.  What if she is mean and won't play?  The ache of a bunny lost can be compared in a strange way to the ache of worry that comes with a new bunny.

I wonder if moms worry about the same kind of thing when bringing a new baby home.  What if they simply cannot get along?

It is possible that the emotional state of mind that comes with being pregnant makes all these changes all the more difficult?  All in all, it just makes me want my mom.  Weird as it may seem.

Tribute

People do things for all sorts of reasons.  They wear black armbands to signify respect for someone who has passed.  They drink way to much at a wake.  They write songs, they erect hideous gravestones.  I let my bunny sleep in my bed last night.

I suppose a little background information could help here.  I recently moved (again) to a house with a wonderful garden and pool and space and light and air.  I should also add that I am a bunny lover.  My husband and I spent our weekend doing bunny proofing.  We even installed a baby gate, so that our buns could not make their way to the road.

All this preparation and schlep was, however, repaid in a way that I really did not expect.  I found one of my bunnies in the pool yesterday morning.  There was no hope for rescue.  I held her for about an hour, swearing at the world for being a cruel and unfair place.  I wrapped her in a towel and dried her.  Stroked her.  Agonised.

Her friend, partner and father of her babies refused to eat for the rest of the day.  See, he way paying tribute.  Because hurt - and the willingness to show it - could also be a form of tribute.  

He was so sad that I refused to leave his side.  I paid tribute to my beautiful little girl bunny by letting her friend sleep in my bed.  Not that he wanted to sleep.  Playing, licking, running was more what he had in mind.

But, as mourning and sadness may last all night, joy arrived in the morning.  In the form of a renewed appetite.

Pikpik will get a new friend in time.  But for now.  We are all happily (with the occasional tear) remembering his friend.

Sparkling weekend!

So, the smell of weekend and waffles is in the air.  I have just discovered that my sandwich machine is also a waffle maker.  Score!  And, my dear dear friend just had her first proper contraction.  She actually had to sit down, it was so strong.  Come little baby darling.  We are ready for you!  What a great weekend this will be!  Waffles, babies and house hunting!  Enjoy!!

Image